UPDATE #40/2.9x|



Sometimes...-correction.

Most of the time, when I look out my window scoping society through a hex scope, it pisses me off. Looking at the yellow covered trees and the people taking walks between them. Why? Why do it? And it's not just this exercise of romantics. It sickens me how humans suck up to each other like leeches. Some of these moments are apologetic terms. Most of them if not 120% are a fetish for attention. Males, as Females, poignant rotten carcasses intimating the idea of being nice for a benefit. What fucking benefit? Oh you can't be mean, can't be an asshole, you always have to smile, and kiss ass like a gutter whore.

That is the basic principle in society today. Be nice, be kind, kiss ass. And it might get you laid. Not artistic at all! Certain doubts arise, however, that is the truth. Where have the artists gone to? Where is the fire of self? Doesn't anybody do their own thing anymore? Or its the same keen interest in hypocritical bullshit, only to be flushed by reality?

When Britney Spears declared going big, I didnt think much of it. But now seeing those preppy little bitches running about, its like a clone factory exploded somewhere. Someone whod fuck a Blue Whale for fame, idolized like a homo to his organ. The worse reality is, its a bloody necessity! How many of you lot can go out there and say, "Today I drop kicked my boss in his ugly mug!"

Anybody?

Quiet frankly, it'd be called hostility. Oh, come on. Whats wrong with waxing your boot up somebodies ass? Most of human art is influenced by violence and love. War, crime, deception, passion, love, care...disgusting. People have to die, in order for art to exist. There has to be chaos in order for survival to endure. In about four years or so, the Iraq war, and the Afghan war will be like a poetic fucking marvel.

Now, I'm not dissing fellow soldiers. But think about it. Isn't it true? Amerikans are so deprived by their TV, it's fucking embarrassing talking to the lot. Turn off the propaganda machine God damn you.

Which reminds me, last night I was on Xbox LIVE. Sure, to relieve some stress I finally go into cyberspace to kill something. So I'm playing, I'm just playing, and some wise-ass wanna be kid from the east coast, I think it was like 10...tells me to fuck off, and fuck my sister. So what do I do?

After two hours of slaughtering the poor sod, I report its ass, followed by writing a follow-up report. Apparently this morning its account was banned. Honestly I doubt it learned its lesson, but I care less then two shits. All I know is that my gamer tag will ridicule its ass to the grave, my homunculus image raddling its nads till its death.

Some weep, some beg, but no. No mercy. I honestly can't say why, but I feel like an artist. My intimidation painting others images. Thats why I never lie saying I love to make chaos. Never lie saying I love destruction. I love fucking violence!

Truth is, other people that could agree with my point of view, are my best mates, comrades, and friends. The humans are a disgusting race. Someone has to balance out the modern "hippie' society.




Anyone feel like it:

_{Gamertage: MukadDuvalPrime}







We cant possibly know the tremendous number of mechanical influences on our behavior because we inhabit an extraordinarily complicated machine.